Two Castles, a princess, and a koopa king
In the Mushroom Kingdom, where we set our scene
A courtship shared by many, an obsession owned by one.
A love that transcends species, and thus is has begun.
In the eighth world of eight, in the last of thirty two
Sits a giant koopa in a castle, and thus is his debut
Abaft him sits a crimson axe, below him lava flows
He looks towards silver walls, fire spewing from his nose.
His spies, small goombas, return from his love’s castle
And with them they bring news, from her most trusted vassal
A common man loves the princess, and she returns his gaze
Bowser loudly roars, his passionate soul ablaze:
“WHO IS THIS MAN OF WHOM YOU SPEAK, OF WHOM MY LOVE ADORES?â€
In the Mushroom Kingdom, where we set our scene
A courtship shared by many, an obsession owned by one.
A love that transcends species, and thus is has begun.
In the eighth world of eight, in the last of thirty two
Sits a giant koopa in a castle, and thus is his debut
Abaft him sits a crimson axe, below him lava flows
He looks towards silver walls, fire spewing from his nose.
His spies, small goombas, return from his love’s castle
And with them they bring news, from her most trusted vassal
A common man loves the princess, and she returns his gaze
Bowser loudly roars, his passionate soul ablaze:
“WHO IS THIS MAN OF WHOM YOU SPEAK, OF WHOM MY LOVE ADORES?â€